Que Duli endured the severe pain and beat his mount desperately. The horse was already frightened and roared as it rushed forward...
There was a huge chaos with people on their backs, some wailing on the verge of death, some screaming in pain, some cursing in despair, some praying and begging... The horse bandits huddled together and trampled each other, and no one who fell from the horse could stand up.
Each of the companions panicked and trampled their comrades on the ground. Everyone wanted to leave this weird and terrifying hell immediately...
Dodogula and the others stood there stupidly on their horses, watching dozens of Mongolian cavalry come out from the paths on both sides, shooting with arrows, and the horse bandits fell off their horses one after another, wailing.
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Que Duli was hit by another arrow on his shoulder, and he trembled and howled: "Kill out, fight out to have a way to survive... These Mongolian savages know sorcery, kill them to have a way to survive..."
Before the panicked horse bandits could respond, suddenly two black objects were thrown down from the cliff next to them. One landed on a hard stone and shattered...the other landed on a corpse and bounced away.
stand up!
Que Duli watched helplessly as the smokey thing rolled down beside his horse's feet, and subconsciously took a look...
"boom!"
Even the Mongols who were blocking the road shuddered, and then they tried their best to control their frightened horses with fear.
The scimitar in Dodogula's hand fell, and the few people looked stupidly at Que Duli opposite, falling from his horse to the ground like a scarecrow.
More than a dozen sharp triangular iron pieces hit his head, face and torso, and blood spurted out!
Several infantry soldiers suddenly stood up on the top of the Shilizi on both sides, and two powerful crossbows were fired immediately, shooting the two horse bandits to death. A Mongolian man standing next to An Chun shouted: "Dismount immediately and surrender."
, otherwise Changshengtian will let you all die here! Dismount and surrender..."
The horse bandits who had already collapsed wailed and climbed off their horses, then held up their weapons in both hands and begged for their lives. It was so terrifying... Have these Mongolian savages received help from the gods?
An Chun breathed a sigh of relief... This wave of waves had consumed all the gunpowder and ammunition he had brought, and there were still seventy or eighty horse bandits left. If they tried their best... Even if they could stop them, they would suffer heavy losses!
"Kneel on the ground! Kneel on the ground..."
Several Mongolian men suddenly discovered the stupid Dodo Gula men in the distance. Just as they were about to kill them, they saw the horse bandits throwing away their weapons and running like frightened rabbits. They fled quickly in despair.
It's a pity that we didn't catch them all.
However, after this battle, the news that the Mongolians on the Nadahai grassland knew magic and were assisted by gods began to spread throughout the grassland and desert.
Daubala rushed to the front, and nearly a hundred Mongolian men, covered in murderous intent and blood, chased after him. However, he was surprised to see seventy or eighty horse bandits kneeling on the ground with their heads down and two groups fighting, and they were tied up with ropes and strips of cloth.
Solid.
However, An Chun and the fifty Mongolian men suffered no casualties at all. Daubala was so surprised that he immediately saluted An Chun on his chest... "Chief An, you are a great warrior from the Central Plains... Daubala is incomparable."
I admire you!"
An Chun smiled and shook his head, cupped his hands and said: "I just used my husband's gunpowder weapons, it's nothing."
Daubala covered his chest solemnly and said: "Song Langjun is the envoy sent by the true God to the world to help the Mongols, and he is the benefactor of our Mongols..."
All the Mongolian men held their chests and shouted: "Praise God's messenger, Mr. Song."
An Chun was shocked for a moment, and then his heart filled with joy...
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Song Wen sat on the saddle and watched silently as the little girl in front of him wiped his saber...
Just now, Daruchi and Daobala stood up and left. Song Wen knew...the captured horse bandits were going to be executed!
As the soul of future generations, Song Wen knew that such a treatment method was extremely barbaric and inhumane.
But this is the iron-blooded era in the wilderness...
The corpses massacred by the horse bandits, as well as the lost herdsmen with eyes full of hatred, remind Song Wen all the time...these horse bandits are extremely vicious and evil, and the urn of Daruchi's father and mother still has the head of his brother Dawu La.
They are also silently accusing these horse bandits of their crimes.
Soon, Daruch and Daobala came flying back with a group of cavalry. Everyone was covered in blood and murderous intent... and behind them were more than a hundred ownerless horses.
An Chun also came back, and the six Qingshan Camp guards breathed a sigh of relief and silently gathered around Song Wen.
The bright moon faced the direction of the burial place of those horse bandits, and suddenly she sat cross-legged on the ground in a serious manner and recited the Taoist Sutra of Saving People...
.Have a good heart, do not kill or harm, do not envy or quarrel with each other, do not commit adultery or steal, do not be greedy or lustful, do not hate or jealous, speak without fine words, and speak without evil words. Live together in love, and be married to different people. The country is safe and the people are prosperous.
Happy and peaceful..."
Song Wen was silent, and the big-eyed girl sat next to Song Wen and held his arm. An Chun and several Qingshan Camp guards stood solemnly behind Song Wen, quietly watching Taoist Mingyue solemnly deliver the souls of the dead.
All the Mongols are celebrating, mourning the deceased relatives and friends, and singing and dancing to celebrate victory and peace. The entire Nadahai camp is full of joy...
At noon, the loot was counted. The property captured by the horse bandits was loaded on the Lele cart, gold and silver utensils were wrapped in cowhide, there were hundreds of swords and spears, and more than 200 bows and arrows.
A total of more than 600 war horses were snatched back, plus more than 300 horses brought by the horse bandits from other places, a total of nearly a thousand war horses... These are war horses, mature horses that have been tamed through simple training.
In the Song Dynasty, these horses could easily make a person or even a family rich and prosperous. This was a huge fortune.
There were also forty or fifty precious pieces of armor and hundreds of wallets. The rest of the clothing was distributed by Daubala to the poor herders.
A total of thousands of cattle and sheep were taken back, as well as more than a dozen carts of grain and dried meat. This was enough for the herdsmen to survive this most difficult time.
Daruch and Daobala brought several tribal elders to Song Wen's tent. Everyone respectfully touched their chests and knelt down on one knee...
Daruch lowered his head and said: "My master, all the Mongols on the Nadahai grassland sincerely thank you, thank you for helping us avenge our hatred, thank you for exchanging materials from the Khitan people...your selfless help us, is
The messenger sent by the Immortal Heaven! No matter when and where, as long as you open your mouth... the Mongols on the Nadahai grassland will dedicate everything to you!"
All the Nadahai shepherds in the distance put their hands on their chests and paid tribute to Song Wen from a distance...
Song Wen quickly took An Chun to help up several Nadahai leaders, and said: "Get up, I am a friend of the Mongols... Don't say that, hoeing the strong and supporting the weak is a way of doing justice for heaven. This is how we behave in Qingshan Camp
The purpose! Get up quickly..."
Daruch stood up and raised his head and said: "Lang Jun, all the gold, silver and horses captured will be handed over to you for disposal... These can be regarded as a little thought from the Mongols in Nadahai..."
Song Wen smiled and shook his head: "How can that be done? These things were robbed by these horse bandits and should be returned to the grassland people! In addition, we do need three hundred war horses, but they have to be given to the Khitan people!
The captain of the Young Marquis has promised to lend you thirty carts of grain...my Sihai Chamber of Commerce caravan can't come this far yet, so you need these grains to tide you over!"
Daubala curled his lips... "Damn Khitans, ten horses for one cart of grain... so greedy! We would rather give these horses to Song Langjun than be exploited by them..."
Song Wen waved his hand: "Nothing, there is still a lot left. I will buy war horses from you at the price at the border market... In addition, I will support you with a batch of kelp and salt, as well as medicines and weapons... Your arrows need to be replaced.
one time……"
Daubala was surprised and said: "How can that be done? Lang Jun is our benefactor, and we Mongolians will not treat our true friends and benefactors like this! All the remaining horses will be given to Lang Jun, and we will not ask for a penny...
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Several respected old men and herdsmen were also very excited and refused to communicate with Song Wen.
Song Wen said helplessly: "Well, I will accept the gifts and kindness from friends in Nadahai... But as friends, shouldn't we help each other? Those supplies should be regarded as my thanks to my friends in Mongolia.
Congratulations! From now on, Daruch will run a mobile warehouse on the Nadahai grassland. I will continue to transport low-priced salt, kelp, grain, cloth, medicine... and even weapons to the grassland in a fair and just way.